by du chocolat. @ TDA
Louis Weasley, clumsy Veela extraordinaire, has a problem. Claire Finnigan, the girl he loves, is not responding to his advances. The reason? Her friend Sarah worships Louis. The solution according to Scorpius: Act like an idiot. A lot easier said than done...

Two unforgettable dukes, a witty duchess and a sweet peasant girl realize their dream… But making it reality wasn’t easy. This is a story of love, friendship and adventure during the Middle Ages, where witches and wizards were more than unwelcome… I only own some of the plot, a few characters and the place names. Please R&R!

Banner by Chella @ TDA
Harry invented his world. He's just returned from a mental institution and he doesn't know how to distinguish fantasy from reality. At least he has friends... But are they really his friends? Malfoy was his enemy at Hogwarts, but is he? Lily and James are alive. Harry's about to embark on a journey, harder than the cancer that started it all. Please R&R! I only own the plot and a few characters. 700+ reads!

Banner by LilyMaria
Dedicated to LilyMariaPotter had been trying to get me to go out on a date with him for a little more than four years, but I had always refused. In fact, I still refused. I didn’t care if he worshipped the ground I walked on. I would never go on a date with Potter. It had been decided in my court of law.

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Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger have died tragically during their search for Horcruxes. Harry wrote Ginny a letter before he died. But it went astray. Who got it? What will they do? 400+ READS! Reviews would really be appreciated! Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter.

I got out of bed and tiptoed to the door. I opened it and went to the round table at the end of the hall. We had always kept a pitcher of water here for Ron. No one wanted to get rid of it, for that would make his death absolute, a horrible truth that would haunt us forever. I was pouring my water into a glass when I heard something. It was very quiet and it sounded like someone crying-no, pouring their eyes out.